My eyes upon her beautiful, breathless silence.   Whilst she sleeps forever, I whisper to her in prayer.   Hoping she'll come back, I know that'll never be.   I consider setting foot into the grave to find her.

Here laced to your senses is an enchantment. If it doesn't speak to you...  let it show you!   The day aches, and I with her,  daisies in tune with natural energies  said trouble was on the dimming horizon. I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,    quietly gossiping...

A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will be dawned upon and rains of April will shower mud off your brilliant aura.   Summer...

In twilights breathI find warmthI liveIn twilights breathI longI burn